I got a job at Giles’.
Organizing books.
He uses some wacky system that I just don’t get.
But he’s paying me. Mostly out of pity, I think.
Soon even Giles is going to run out of books.
Buffy’s spending time with some guy.
Parker.
Apparently he’s really nice, etc.
Good god.
But, no. It’s all right. I’ll be support-o-Xander.
…Please disregard that last statement.